Mrs Dalloway Page #5

Ellie! I'm so glad you've come. | It's so grand!

Oh, dear! Why can she at least |stand up properly!

Well, well, I suppose | it's her weaponless state.

Wonderful to see you again.

Richard, how lovely.

Their graces, the Duke | and Duchess of Marlborough.

A duke?

Oh, why did the Marlboroughs | have to follow Ellie Henderson?

They must wonder what kind |of people I invite to our parties.

Clarissa, how lovely to see you. | Thank you so much for inviting us.

Bertie, how lovely of you to come.

It's a disaster! The party is | a disaster! I'm humiliated!

And now there's Peter wondering off. | I'm speak to him!

I know I get the chance, I know it. |Why's he like dirt? He thinks I'm absurd.

Oh, it's too much of an effort! | I'm not enjoying it at all.

I feel like a stake | driven in on the top of this stairs.

Clarissa. | Delighted to see you.

Mr. Hugh Whitbread. |How did you find Evelyn today?

Bearing up, bearing up. | I shall visit her tomorrow.

I do hope she doesn't read | Lady Azquez's memories.

Oh, I doubt it. | Not Evelyn, she's not a great reader.

Lady Bruton. | Lady Bruton? So she came...

My dear Clarissa.

Maybe she doesn't dislike me as much |as I thought she did.

The essential condition | for a study of Milton ...

an in depth study of Milton ...

A momentary sensation | of an embrace!

It's not a failure, after all! | It's going to be allright.

It's still touch and go, | but it's begun. My party has begun!

Lady Rosseter. | Lady Rosseter? Who I ask can that be?

Clarissa!

Sally | That voice!

Sally Seaton.

Goodness! She didn't look like that | when she kissed me by the fountain.

How wonderful to see you! | How extraordinary to see her again!

She's older, she's happier, | but less lovely.

But, oh, how wonderful that| she's come to my party.

Sally, I've been thinking about | Bordon all day.

Have you? Have you?

The Prime Minister.

Oh, my goodness, Sally, I must go. | Where's Richard?

Sorry, Ellie. | Duty calls.

How delightful to see you.

Unfortunately, my | wife could not come.

The Prime Minister!

It is the Prime Minister.

Clarissa is looking well, |considering how ill she's been.

I know that Richard was very | worried about her.

M.P.'s wives |really shouldn't get ill.

I believe it was her heart.

I think you can always pull yourself together. | Mind of a matter.

Harry Audle. |You painted your wife. Lovely picture.

Peter!

Peter Walsh!

Good Lord! Sally Seaton. | Lady Rosseter now.

Don't be absurd. | It's true. Lady Rosseter.

We live in Manchester |and I have five ennormous boys.

Either my eyes are deceiving me, | or that's Ellie Henderson?

It's our old vicar's daughter. | She's gaping at the Prime Minister.

Oh, do bring her over, | before she disgraces herself ...

and faints with astonishment.

Mr. Prime Minister, how nice to see you. | What would you like?

She's always looked delicate to me. | But such charm.

Richard would've done a great deal better, |if he'd married a woman ...

with less charm and more backbone. | It would've helped him in his work.

He's lost his chance in the Cabinet.

Lady Bruton and Lady Beckford.

What a pleasure to see you.

Lord, what snobbs the english are!

How they love dressing up | and doing homage. Listen to them!

I'd better have baboons chattering| and coolies beat their wives.

Still the same old Peter. | Still playing with your pocket knife.

It is delicious, isn't it?

We are not all the same, Peter. | My husband may have his own cotton mill now,

but he was a miner's son| and when he...

Oh, look! Look! | Isn't that Hugh Whitbread?

What a toady! | What an obsequious toady!

He's not changed at all.

How can she bear him?

It still makes you angry!

Look at her. Intoxicated, |while they all're thinking she's brilliant.

Don't be too hard on her. | After all, parties are a kind of performance.

She has to give a performance. | It isn't the real Clarissa.

The real Clarissa was lost | years ago.

Mr. Prime Minister, can I | introduce our daughter.

I'm sure, if you were alone | with her, you'll find the old Clarissa again.

Fat chance of that this evening!

Richard so enjoyed your lunch and party.

Richard was most encouraging. | And he's promised to drop my little idea ...

into the right ear.

He and the Prime Minister | are having a quiet word now before he leaves.

My plan will save | the government a fortune.

Maybe Richard is sowing | the seeds this very minute.

Isn't that Peter Walsh | talking to old Mrs. Perry?

Yes, that's Peter.

Dear Peter. | So very sharp and clever...

sure had made a name for himself. But | he's allways in some trouble with women.

Do come and say hello to him!

Now, Peter, we can get it straight| from the horse's mouth.

What is going on in India?

Well, great deal, Lady Bruton. | Is a very complex issue.

It is a tragedy.

If my father, the general, | would be alive, he'll sort it out.

Hay, Mrs. Perry.

Clarissa, I must speak with you, please ...

Peter, I must go and deal |with Sir William and Lady Bradshaw.

Will talk later. | I promise.

Awfully good of you to come.

We are shockingly late. | We hardly dared to come in.

We couldn't resist the temptation.

But a rather sad occurrence held us up. | A young patient of mine killed himself.

Really, Richard, there must be | some provision ...

in the government's bill for |this cases of delayed shell shock.

Yes, poor young man. |Awarded for bravery during the war.

And than this evening he just throws himself| out of the window. Impaled on the railings.

It's quite upset William.

She looks like a sea lion | barking at me.

Dear William. He does so hate | losing a patient.

When a young man's body is blown appart, | he loses an arm or a leg ...

or half of face, | as we've seen so often it.

It's immediate.

Stop it! Stop it! Don't talk of death | in the middle of my party!

I don't like you. | I've never liked you.

You're obscurely evil.

And the poor creature will either survive or he won't,| but we all know ...

and we do our best for him.

A young man came to you |on the edge of insanity...

and you forced his soul ...

made his life intolerable | and he killed himself.

Stucked there with lobs... It's frightful... | Every single mother does everything ...

If you'll excuse me, | lady Bradshaw ...

I have to ... | Alice!

The problem is that politicians | are not really ...

very interested in shell shock. |This is it. This is exactly it.

Hello, Henry, Eleonore. | Delightful to see you.

I see that sir William Bradshaw | is just arrived.

I think it would be most useful to bring him in | on your emigration scheme.

I know he's treating many of this fellows| from shell shock or whatever.

I'm sure, he'll think it's a good idea |to get some of them to Canada.

Open air life and all that... |excellent for mental disturbance.

What a good idea, Hugh.

She's disappeared.

Do you think she went upstairs? |She can't have gone to bed, can't she?

No. She couldn't leave | her own party.

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